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Second Quarter
Look Yo I'm still the
nigga, niggas tryna outshine I'm about to blow up, it's about time Searching for the
browning with the
long hair Looking for a
shorty in the
South Side Call 6
for the
mix, what it sound like I
get pics with the
chicks when I'm outside Tryna stay alive, tryna get the
crowd high Money on my mind, I
don't see a
downside Yeah Nigga what you want (huh) Catch them on the
roads like this ain't what you want Had a
little buzz and you made a
couple songs But your shit's gone dry like, nigga where you gone Catch them on satellite, nigga where your dons You was talking like a G
now you're telling me it's long Still killing rappers and I'm still getting better and I'm still getting money and I'm getting it with cons Little nigga what you stack like Forget about your rep, what you rap like You think I
give a
fuck about your gang types We all know you're ordinary black guys Brudda get your facts right Grinding with Deepee Yeah I'm tryna make that fire for my EP You funny niggas dying for retweets Man are tryna die for a
retweet I'm on my jeezy I
tell them not to fuck about I
drop a
tease and now they asking when it's coming out I've gotten smarter but they're telling me to dumb it down And yeah I
listen but I'm telling them it's summer now Think it's time I
shut it down Saying that I
crept up [?] Sit him then I
hit him when he gets up too But hear what, Krept said I'm next up, Tefs said I'm next up, Skeppy said I'm next up too Well I'm guessing that's that done I
tell 'em you don't want no problems I
ain't got a
choice, I
think I'm running out of options Plant a
little seed, I
get them buzzing when it blossoms I
just phoned my nigga Swift, he said we're running out of coffins I
don't care about a
list, tell the
bouncer let my squad in Like how dare you take the
piss, I
flip the
script and stick it on him Talking like they're bad, fix your face and lowe the
bopping man You niggas send her gwop, I
send her shop, you send her shopping Little bunch of fucking half hearts, link me by the
car-park I
was on the
block with them thingybobs and [?] You was getting rocked, picking girl up in your Smart car Think you're funny well you're not, get a
bullet in your smart ass Whiz them when that car starts, easy on the
tank You're just a
little boy who thinks he's greazy with a
shank Still comfy in my hood, still got P's up in my bank I'm a
young nigga living yeah that's word to Rhysa Frank Forget winner stays on (Forget winner stays on) I'll grips the
pad and tell them if I
can't play, the
game's done You must have got my name wrong (You must have got my name wrong) I
just let them use my flow then kill them with the
same one See I
get mad love because I've been around Do the
job when I'm whizzing round Fuck your raps, I
might write a
hook and a
single hook, I'm a
singer now Couldn't care what them niggas on Couldn't care if I'm slipping don Mother's life, my Brother's riding on the
other side with my slippers on Now I'm all up in the
booth I'm tryna get what I
deserve All this pressure on my back, this shit's a
blessing and a
curse Fire and I
shoot them, put that fire in the
verse Where's my Fire in the
Booth, I've still got fire in my curve Three man, two sticks, eight arms and a
whip Don't talk then I
lose it, stay calm then I
flip Fuck boy tried to tell me that Ray's hard but I'm shit Yeah Ray's fam so that's calm but [?] you're a
prick
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